A Night to Remember
SORRY! I HATE THE FACT THAT HUGHES DIED SO I BROUGHT HIM BACK!
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A young woman walked out to her car nervously. Her heels clicking on the cement. She looked from side to side as she opened the car door and got it, she carefully shut the door, wary of her dress skirt. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a high ponytail, curled into one long tight ringlet. A couple of strands of curled hair hung over her forehead. Her forehead was already beaded in sweat. She was afraid that someone might recognize her. She parked in front of the banquet hall and sat in her car for a few minutes, just breathing deeply. The blonde then exited her car and shut the door, locked it and walked slowly up to the entryway. Her hazel eyes were outline with deep black eyeliner, her lashes naturally dark. She walked up the stairs to the guards who were at the door and recognized them both, she smiled and they both almost dropped dead.
"Lieutenant?" One of them asked and she nodded then kept walking. Slowly she walked down the stairs, making sure that no one saw her.
"So Roy… you seem to be the talk of the military! Promotion coming to you, Major General… pretty high rank there… sure it's not going to go to your head?" Hughes asked.
"No of course not!" Roy laughed, Hughes nudged his friend and nodded towards the stairs. Roy looked over his shoulder and almost dropped dead where he stood as he saw who was walking down.
All the men were wearing tuxedos. Riza smiled slightly as she spotted Roy Mustang, her commanding officer and general overseer. She walked over timidly, something that was not usual for Riza Hawkeye. "Colonel, Lieutenant Colonel." Riza nodded to them both.
"R-Riza… wow…" Roy gasped. She was wearing a white dress. It hung down to the floor, in a small train, the skirt of the dress was slightly more flowing than the rest of her dress. The bodice was tight on her already perfect hourglass figure. The dress was off the shoulder, the sleeves were tight, continuing down her arm ending in a small loop that hooked around her middle fingers. Around her neck was a silver necklace, on that necklace was a silver coin with a diamond in the middle of it. Her cleavage was visible down the top of the dress. She smiled at Roy and turned around. The skirt of the dress had a long slit up to her thigh on the right side and Roy caught a glimpse of something.
"So?" She asked and Roy suddenly reached down and pulled the gun out of its holster on her right thigh.
"Do you carry this thing every where?" Roy asked her curiously.
"Yes sir." She replied and put the gun back where it belonged.
"Riza… you know… if you wouldn't have walked over to me I don't think I would have recognized you… you… look… you look magnificent…" Roy seemed to be searching for something to say.
"Thank you Colonel." She smiled. A soft upbeat song was playing in the background and Roy smiled at her.
"Call me Roy tonight Riza." It was the annual Military Christmas ball… Hughes was there, along with ¾ of the military personnel that worked in Central and the Eastern Command Center.
"B-but sir…" Roy took her arm in his.
"Roy…" Roy told her and her face flushed.
"R-Roy… right…" She smiled. He was even more handsome when he smiled. 'What are you thinking Riza? He's your commanding officer!' Riza told herself. 'But he's so good looking.' Her mind reply. Just having his arm through hers was making her flush bright red.
"There you go…" He told her, "Care to dance?" He asked her as the band began a slower more romantic song and the lights dimmed more. Hughes was already there with Gracia and numerous other couples were dancing.
"M-me… I don't know how to dance…" Riza confessed.
"Really? It's easy… I'll teach you." Roy led her onto the dance floor then gently pulled her closer. He wrapped his arms around her waist and she slid her arms around his neck. "See… it's not very hard…" Roy told her, they were on a two step beat, Riza soon discovered that Roy himself, though she had never pegged him there, was quite a good dancer. As he led her across the dance floor she drew closer to him resting her head on his shoulder.
"N-no I guess it's not…" She sighed into his shoulder then her mind screamed at her again. 'STOP THIS RIZA! ONE DANCE THAT'S IT DON'T YOU DARE EVEN THINK ABOUT KISSING HIM!' She thought about this for a second then considered it. Really she had come hoping for just this very thing… she had hoped that perhaps Roy… maybe… he felt the same way… she just hoped.
Later that evening Riza had danced with almost every man on the floor. She lifted her champagne glass to her lips, standing outside on the balcony. It was starting to snow lightly and she shivered a little. Suddenly a very warm and familiar jacket was lightly hung over her shoulders. She reached back, Roy's black trench coat was over her shoulders. She turned and saw Roy who walked over and leaned on the railing.
"You know I think I danced with every woman on that dance floor." Roy smiled.
"Really? Why doesn't that surprise me?" Riza chuckled.
"But I didn't meet a single one that could dance like you." Roy told her, looking over.
"Thank you sir." Riza took another sip of her champagne then suddenly Roy pointed up and she looked up.
"You're under the mistletoe." Roy whispered, wrapping his arms around her waist.
"So I am." She nodded. "Now where did that come from?" She asked him.
"I don't know…" Roy shrugged. He put one of his hands on either side of her face and lifted her lips to his. She felt tingles run down her spine as their lips met. She laced her fingers through his hair, wrapping her arms around his neck. He clasped his lips over her almost possessively, his heated lips hot against hers. His right hand traveled down and their fingers laced together. His other arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her into him, pressing them tightly together.
"Gracia." Maes nudged his wife and nodded towards Roy and Riza.
"I knew that was going to happen some time… they have all Christmas to do something with that kiss." Gracia smiled.
They've all got the right idea.. hehehe read and review… I'll post a new chapter… maybe…